Uh, yeah. Merry Christmas. I appreciate how people can act like Christmas is more significant than the other holidays. I hate Komo 4, seeing as they avoid being culturally literate/neutral whenever possible.

Today was pretty eventful as of late. I received a serger and a new digital camera. Not to mention and ABSOLUTELY NEW Rubik’s cuuuuuube. I want to take pictures of my serger with my new camera, but it’s charging right now. All in all, it was a great Christmas.

Man, I’m watching this interview with Andrew McMahon, and it makes me so hyped for their new record. Which comes out sometime. Sometime. The clips in the interview sound really great, I am really excited. I’m going to set aside twenty dollars so I can get it next year, haha. I don’t think I could ever be more excited for a record. sldjflksjdf

Allie’s birthday party is in a few months, but I’m thinking of utilizing my time and making two dresses. One for Tolo, or whatever, and her party. Now that I have this handy dandy serger, I think I’m good. Except I need thread for the serger. They’re sold in cones for the serger machines.

If you can’t leave your mark

… Then just give up.

I’m getting Christmas presents ready. Tomorrow, I’m going to the mall with Allie so I can buy stuffs. But for the most part, I’m making things. I made the envelopes, the cds, the sleeve that the cds are going to be put in (which is SO cool, really. I love the idea, I just hope that it’ll turn out okay.) Oh, this is fun. I like this. Even if I’m not making it for myself, I really like this philanthropy thing, even if it bites me in the butt sometimes. Okay, quite often. But whatever.

Sadly, there are a few things I cannot make, so I have to buy them. I’m going to buy some books for my friends, some sports stuff for my brother, and who-knows-what for the rest of my family and friends. Oh, what a legendary adventure awaits.

AND IT’S NOT EVEN HALFWAY DONE.

I have so much knitting to do. I also have to write up those heart-warming letters that Amanda is so famous for. Before, it was just the brainstorm, and now I’m going to have to write them. Somewhere. On something that is aesthetically pleasing. In my best handwriting without the employment of Liquid Paper. Oh, what a task I’ve signed myself up for. And, did I mention? This is for a little over twenty people. I am so pitiful.

I found the pieces of the watch that I tore apart today, which is absolutely great, since I’ve been looking for it for a couple of months now. Because I found the pieces, I can make that brooch/pendant/whatever I’ve been wanting to make. Although, I have to find some super glue or some E600 to get the job done. Which means, of course, stepping outside of this house.  Which means, stepping out into this:

Uh, yeah. It’s snowing. It’s not unpredicted- it’s freaking freezing all the time- but still. It’s actually sticking. You can’t see it in this picture, though, because I couldn’t take the picture in the front of our house. But yah- it’s sticking. Neat.

So, quality time with Allie. We’ve been talking on the phone for the last two days because we haven’t been able to talk all that much lately. Decidedly, there were hardly any awkward silences. Or at least, yesterday. And there’s still more I need to talk to her about. sdklfj;lskdf;lsdf how can I summarize the past six months in only a few hours? -dies-

Despite all this- I’m the happiest I could ever be right now. I don’t understand why. I guess I needed Allie more than I thought? That, and the whole omgz logan thing, too. Darn it, I’m am**ing. I love being myself and being around myself.  When you start to have fun all by yourself/become your own best friend, things look so much better.

And by the way- it’s totally his birthday tomorrow. I’m not creepy; he just happened to tell me this last year. Somehow. Somewhere.  I don’t know- but he did.

My brain salutes you!

As does Turkules, from planet Turkulon. SuperNews is so am**ing. (If I have not said this before, I will no longer use the word am**ing. Never, ever again.)

Dick Cheney: Michael, look, Jesus had to die in order for there to be Easter, and these guys have to die in order for there to be Thanksgiving!

Michael Moore: That’s a horrible thing to say!

Dick Cheney: Am I wrong?

Indian chief: I can see that both of you are great chiefs, because you are fat, and only men of great influence can afford to eat as much as you obviously do. But you cannot change the course of history. For example, if you roll these dice and come up with a seven or eleven, I will double your money, but if you roll a two, three, or twelve, I will take your money.

Some indian woman: Honey, what are you doing?

Indian chief: Hey, have you seen those guns they have? They’re like magic killing sticks! We need an angle here, baby!

Aww, am**ing.

Anyways.

I forgot to set one of my clocks backwards in my room and I was freaking out over not being dressed for the festival of trees. I thought I would never make that mistake on THAT clock. But I guess I am too lazy to get up, walk three feet, and change the time on the clock and would prefer to change my entire mindset instead. This is the epitome of human existence.

Yar, I have a total of four things on my christmas list and my brother has about twenty. No, more than twenty. Because clearly, he has more time to waste than I do, and video games are the only things he can possibly think about. I have to say, his dreams must be the most uneventful ones imaginable. liek, omgz halo, yah!

I got started on my Amanda original letters for everyone for Christmas. I have Phar, Riza, Cody, Megan, Angela, Shelley, Mary, Cameron, and Amelia down. That’s only half of the people I have planned. I need to curtail this list of Holiday Happiness, though, because it’s going to stress me out so much. Don’t worry, every time I say something I’ve said in another letter, I punch myself and make myself write it again in a cooler way. Given this process, the first letter I write is going to be the worst letter, and the last one I write is going to be the best letter. This isn’t really fair, no. But they shouldn’t complain because I’m willing to go through, draft after draft, PAGE AFTER PAGE, to write for them. Not to mention the gift that will be enclosed. Not to mention that I’m wasting my life and could be doing my FST homework.

Oh, and concerning the people in my family and THEIR presents. I have no clue. Does this make me a bad person? Yah, it definitely does. OH BUT NO! I’ll make hats. Done, and done.

I’ve been reading Human Nature and Conduct by John Dewey. I bought this book at the thrift store, and it’s about seventy years old. I love it so far. I love the way he writes, especially the vocabulary he uses. I don’t know half of the words he uses- which makes it even more enjoyable. I love words. Another reason to love him- he’s a pragmatist.

I’m just going to say this because I’ve been tracking the process here for several weeks now. Yes, my hair is finally cut. Thank you, and G** bless.

And on that lovely note…
How could I have forgotten?

The last time I remembered

… “Thing were getting better.”

Jeebus, I’m getting used to this whole Pete Yorn stuff. It’s good god. Yar, “Shampoo,” is my favorite right now. Rock on, man, despite the ambiance in your music, man. :D

I’m getting started on those heart-warming notes for Christmas presents. I have about thirteen people to do this for, yeah. I’m fine with it since it’s early and I don’t have to tackle all of these head-on, but I think I’m going to get very redundant.

But anyways- I have some pretty cool ideas for Christmas presents, especially for teh Cody. He’s not an acquaintance anymore, yah. It’s just that we have plenty of things in common and it’s going to be really easy getting him a present.

The new tv is hooked up and everything, so the old tv is no longer. Except the new tv sounds like a radio to me. Hmm.

And by the way, instructables is quite cool. Even if I spent two hours there and only found one thing that I could make.

Gosh, I want to get out right now. Anywhere.

I’ve decided to try to get to know Phar a little better. I just don’t know how. I was thinking of asking her to hang out with me or something. But then again, she’d probably bring her boyfriend along and it would ruin any kind of get-to-know-you time. Yeah.

This is a friendship

… “Not Where’s Waldo!”

I need socks desperately. I honestly think my washing machine is eating up my socks. I don’t care what they say, NO!

Tomorrow’s school again, and I have to organize my Gilgamesh notes. Not particularly something I am looking forward to, since I feel like I’ve analyzed this enough (around fifteen pages of notes, yeah.) but I will continue to conquer this book and do the best that I can for this class.

Tomorrow is also Guy Fawkes’ Night, so get your parties crankin’, yeah!

Oh, and I realized Friday night that that marked a year from, er, this. Of course, that led me to read Les Miserables for only this part, though. But eh, at least something’s happened, though. He notices me now. For rlz, yah. It’s quite wonderful but it is also incredibly bizarre because I’m not adapted to it at all, and so when he looks at me, I feel like he’s looking at someone behind me. Or whatever. I suck, yeah, but that’s okay because most people at this age do, and most of the time I am exempt from the generalization. Except for now.

YOU CAN IMAGINE IT HAPPENING, YEAH.

Christmas Winter Solstice is coming up and I need to come up with ideas for my list. I never have something that I truly desire for this occasion, although I really need a serger. Or at least, a better sewing machine because the one I have is only full of pain, sorrow, tension problems, inconsistent stitches, and of course- BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM. I hate my sewing machine so much that I only use it when I absolutely have to. I just need to find a reasonably priced one that has, at the absolute least, an overlocking stitch. That is what I desire, end of discussion.

… Next to a few books and a new pair of earbuds because my old set broke. Okay, last two sets. D:

So, here’s something that has actual substance:

My mother was not much of a touchy-feely person when I was a child. Once (okay, much more than once.) when I was a child, my mom was making peanut butter cookies and I came in and wanted to help and she yelled at me to leave. Decidedly, she is not one for being superfluously comforting, no. And for some reason, she’s being very touchy-feely lately, and I have to say that I loath the situations. (For those who are not aware, “loathe” with an e means something one deeply hates, while “loath,” without the e, is avoiding something.) It’s not something I’m used to, and quite honestly, I dislike it quite a bit. My mother takes offense to this, but she still does not respect the fact that I don’t appreciate it. So she smothers me to death.

Two of my friends dated. And then they broke up. And the woman is being making their breakup so interminable that their relationship ended around three months ago and it is still dramatic. The dude, on the other hand, isn’t handling the situation particularly well either, but he went so far as to say that he hates his ex-girlfriend, and their entire relationship was a mistake. I only understand the latter, only because they were best friends beforehand and now they never speak to each other. She is coercing everyone into choosing a side, and I chose hers. But now, I am questioning that decision, and I find myself feeling so bad for him that I am trying to reestablish our friendship.

It’s not like I ended our friendship; I chose sides but I hadn’t made that message clear to him because I don’t see him around enough to do that.

Even if he said that he hates her, and I find that as a completely egregious way to approach the situation, I don’t think that choosing sides is necessarily the correct way to approach this either. This has not been made apparent to other people in our group, but hatred only spreads hatred. If I choose to take part in this, I will only make it worse. He has been nothing but nice to me (okay… Even if he said that I am a bad person and that I am dooooooooomed forever because of my secular beliefs and all that jazz, I am willing to look past that because people get weird when it comes to those things. Everyone does. I do.) and I should not treat him differently just because of what he said about his ex-girlfriend. That circumstance has nothing to do with me.

And, of course, this only leads me to believe that dating people within my own group of friends will only lead to chaos. I can honestly say that I have never liked a person within my group of friends- which is a great thing. As unreasonable as generalizations are (paradox!) I don’t think I will ever date someone within my group of friends because the implications of our inevitable breakup will ruin everything.

This somewhat makes up for the absolutely useless posts I’ve been churning out, right?

We’re not alone, just lonely all the time.

… “Are we ever going to get it right? Are we ever going to start making sense and stop pretending that we care?”

I’m making Riza a crocheted amigurimi bear for her birthday, which is next week. I am not an expert at crochet at all. I suck at crocheting- I’m most definitely a knitter. But, this thing is going surprisingly well! The arms just look a bit… anabolic as of late, so I’m going to need to fix that? D: Anyways, I crocheted for a few hours last night and all I have left is doing one arm, and the legs. Very quick and easy!

I’m also thinking of making this for her. She loves cutesy stuff like this, as impractical as it may be, haha. I also need to think of Christmas winter solstice presents to make for people, too, which is a bit stressful, but it can be done!

Mom and dad are pressuring me into making my Christmas winter solstice present list. I really desire a serger. Okay, I do not desire one, I need one. My sewing machine now is the absolute dreg of sewing machines- it meets my most basic needs (straight stitch/zigzag) but other than that, it does nothing for me. It may have a buttonhole stitch on it, but every time I use it, I end up wrecking the fabric because it is so overzealous. It is impossible! to sew any kind of jersey fabric; I’ve never sewn spandex or anything stretchier than jersey on my sewing machine, but I dread the day when I am forced to!

… Ironic, how Santa Claus and Jeebus are so interrelated!

Er, I’m dying to find the alternate version of When Paula Sparks by Copeland. I deleted it off of my computer a few months ago when I hated the song, but now I love it, unfortunately. So, help a brother sister out?

Jeebus, I love this scratch-out effect. Thanks, wordpress!

I’m looking forward to making this fettuccine with asparagus and mushroom recipe. Little did I know, Epicurious is a show, too! -embarrassed-

Okay, so something not crafty.

My life has been going at such a fast rate right now. It’s very nice, actually. I love being busy and having things to look forward to. Speaking of it, this dude from Ashworth University asked to syndicate some of my blog entries than pertain to psychology onto this other blog for older students. I haven’t even graduated and something like this happens?! It’s a pretty big deal, I think, just because it proves something about the way I write. Maybe?

And the whole diversity thing is pretty big to me, too, it’s all I can think about, because I haven’t done anything like this before. Katelynn got a chemical burn from some chlorine at the pool and she was gone, I hope she gets better. I heard that the burn is pretty severe- they had to call urgent care at the swim meet. She can’t put clothes over the burn because it’s so sensitive. She really wanted to do the diversity thing, too, I hope she gets well enough to go!

So, I guess this is what people mean when they talk about, you know, “life.”

… If only my SCs truly looked like SCs. They look too knitter-ly. Too, loose? They aren’t chunky! I broke crochet!

… I don’t care, I just want to make something as cute as this!